Chapter 852: Cut it out

Under the pressure of divine consciousness, all the golden core disciples were like fallen leaves in the river.
A group of Jindan disciples were faltering, and Chang Yun's face was even more pale.
"Senior is like this, don't you think it's too deceiving?" Chang Yun shouted.
Tan Xuan's eyes were indifferent, "Too much deceiving? The realm of cultivation is based on the weak and the strong, and the strong is respected. How can you deceive?"
"If it's strange, blame you for not being able to do as much as me!"
"There are still seven breaths left!"
Facing Tan Xuan's pressure, all the disciples were faltering.
Near the edge of the big formation, Chang Yan was full of alcohol and turned to look at Qin Xuan, "Junior Brother, since you had expected it, why didn't you tell them."
Qin Xuan stood with his hand, and Tan Xuan's divine consciousness was overwhelming, as if it didn't exist.
But at this moment, the minds of Chang Yun and other disciples were all on Tan Xuan, and they didn't pay attention.
"I have already reminded!"
Long Yan's eyes shook slightly, and he couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.
"Then what shall we do? Looking at the appearance of Junior Brother, it seems that I don't intend to hand over the storage magic weapon, right?" Chang Yan sighed, "I am a drunkard, just this gourd wine, it's okay to pour it out, but it's a pity , The soul-protecting magic weapon, even if it is rare in the Sky Cloud Sect."
Qin Xuan suddenly smiled and looked at Chang Yan faintly, "Senior Sister didn't really think that the great cultivator named Tan Xuan would let these idiots leave?"
Chang Yan was startled and turned to look at Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan smiled indifferently, "The importance of the soul-protecting magic weapon, even True Monarch Yuan Ying will be tempted, not to mention that Tan Xuan is just a great cultivator of God."
"Chang Yun is a disciple of Daojun Shansu. If the soul-protecting magic weapon is taken away, Yueming Kingdom is just a small country in the Northern Wilderness, and even True Monarch Yuanying has never existed. How can you wait to stand in the way?"
Qin Xuan shook his head lightly, "Senior sister thought that anyone would be as stupid as this long cloud and let the tiger go back to the mountain?"
Chang Yan's complexion shook, and she stared at Tan Xuan, and her heart suddenly shook.
"Junior Brother said..."
"Tan Xuan intends to bury everyone here, so why does he give ten breaths time!" Chang Yan's complexion changed suddenly.
"There are thirty or forty people present, and they also have the magic pill in their hands. Chang Yun also has the magic weapon for soul protection, and its strength is no weaker than the ordinary gods." Qin Xuan said calmly: "If all the disciples hand over the reserve A material magic weapon, if Changyun loses his soul protection magic weapon, with this Tan Xuanxiu's talent, kill the golden core on the scene..."
Qin Xuan looked at Tan Xuan quietly and paused, "It's like killing a chicken!"
Yin Luo, the Tan Xuan who was stuck at the entrance of the cave, finally said slowly, "Ten breaths have arrived, it seems you are waiting..."
Before the words fell, one of the Jindan disciples had already spoken out in fear.
"Senior, I am willing to hand over the storage magic weapon!"
A disciple was panic and threw down the storage bag around his waist.
As one person surrendered the storage magic weapon, the other Jindan brothers suddenly changed their colors.
In front of Tan Xuan, they had never resisted at all, and Chang Yun's face was even paler.
"You idiots, you really think he will let us go!" Chang Yun roared even more at this moment.
He is not a fool. If they are not disciples of the Tianyun Sect, his master is not the Taoist King of Return to the Void, and he is also fairly talented. Maybe Tan Xuan might let them leave.
But if Tan Xuan let them go, they would be avenged by the Heavenly Cloud Sect, and the Taoist Master of Return to Void would avenge him. How could Tan Xuan do such a stupid thing.
A group of Jin Dan disciples were startled, and suddenly, Tan Xuan's eyes flashed brightly.
"It deserves to be the number one golden pill of the inner sect of the Tianyun Sect. If so, then don't blame me!" He slowly said, and suddenly, the coercion of the divine consciousness went straight to Changyun, and at the same time, he held his hand. A small knife appeared, but it was seven inches in size, silvery white, with mysterious patterns on it.
Cut the wild flying knife!
Accompanied by Tan Xuan's sacrifice, the flying knife suddenly headed towards Changyun, and the murderous intent in his eyes was not half-concealed.
"Hahaha, senior, why bother to talk nonsense with them, if you want me to say, just kill it!" Li He smiled coldly, stepped on his feet, a whisk appeared in his hand, three thousand white silk fell directly to that one All the Jindan disciples.
The golden core disciples who had thrown away the magic weapon for storage before even screamed, they were pierced through their heads by the white silk, blood oozing out.
boom!
This scene blasted into everyone's minds as if thunder, making the golden core monks instantly awake, and their eyes were even more terrified.
"Fight to the death and be alive, do it!"
Chang Yun roared, and the Bai Jiao Sword in his hand flew out impressively, fighting with the Zhanhuang Flying Knife.
The two shook each other, and in just an instant, the Baijiao Sword's light dimmed, and Chang Yun couldn't help but spout a big mouthful of blood.
Suddenly, a divine sense like a flying knife, straight into the sea of ​​long cloud knowledge, slashed towards the white cloud pattern cover.
boom!
Chang Yun only felt that his head was hit by a sledgehammer, and he was dizzy. Although the soul protection magic weapon was precious, it was not omnipotent, and it was difficult to resist all of Tan Xuan's spiritual knowledge.
"Thundercloud sword style!"
Suddenly, Chang Yun resisted the dizziness and roared, he spouted blood and fell on the white dragon sword, dyeing the white dragon sword crimson.
boom!
I saw the white dragon sword, the wisps of sword aura diffused, like a golden cloud, bombarding gold thunders, falling on the Zhanhuang flying knife, actually blocking its edge.
At the same time, Chang Yun almost turned his figure to the extreme. When he patted his waist, a triangular golden cone appeared in his hand.
Cone!
The seventh-rank magic weapon, even Tan Xuan couldn't help but condensed his eyes slightly.
"As expected to be a disciple of the Sky Cloud Sect, a mere golden pill, besides the magic weapon of protecting the soul, there are still two 7-rank magic weapons!" Tan Xuan's eyes shook.
I saw the broken mountain cone rushing straight above the cave, wanting to penetrate this cave and take the opportunity to escape.
boom!
The cave is crumbling, and the cone of breaking through the mountain's belly reveals a passage.
At the same time, Li He also started, he smashed several golden cores, if the tiger entered the wolf pack, every time the dust swept, the body protector was broken, and some golden core disciples coughed up blood and flew.
Chang Yan was finally unbearable at this moment, and she sighed after passing the calm Qin Xuan.
Suddenly, she lifted the wine gourd in her hand and poured it into her mouth, her eyes seemed drunk and awake.
"Junior brother, run away quickly, I'll take the next one for you!" Chang Yan stared at her, she opened her mouth slightly, and a mouthful of turbid wine spit out from her delicate vermilion lips. There seemed to be sharp sharpness in the wine The broken sword appeared in her hands.
"cut!"
With a burst of drink, it sounded in this cave, and the alcohol wrapped the sword, like slashing the sky.
Suddenly, Li He's expression was shocked, and he turned his head to look at Chang Yan, his eyes condensed slightly.
"court death!"
He shouted angrily, his consciousness was like a needle, and rushed into the sea of ​​knowledge of Changyan. Chang Yan's face suddenly paled, but she abruptly resisted the blow of the consciousness.
boom!
The broken sword struck across the air, and suddenly fell on Li He's body protector Zhenyuan, and with a bang, Li He's body protector Zhenyuan was cut apart.
The sound of breaking the sword into the body sounded, and in an instant, Li He's robe was torn apart, and along with Li He's furious roar, a severed arm fell suddenly.
The broken sword turned back, and Chang Yan held the sword, swaying his shoulders.
"It's been a long time since I moved my sword!"
She laughed, and wiped the corners of her mouth with a sword in one hand and the wine gourd in the other. Although she looked pale, she still didn't have the slightest fear even when she faced Li He.
Chang Yan smiled, holding the broken sword flask, as if he was already drunk, "What about the god?